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Oh Beware, Ye Weary Traveller ...
Oh Beware, Ye Weary Traveller ...
This afternoon I had to go to one of the other hospitals in the group. An easy enough journey even by public transport: two buses, pretty much door-to-door, 14 minutes total journey time and I checked and rechecked the timetables to keep the time between buses down to a very reasonable 10 minutes. A piece of cake.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I got to the bus stop in good time to start the trip. In fact two buses turned up together headed for the same destination. I jumped on the leader and settled down for an easy 6 minutes.
A minute later, my convoy of buses came to a roundabout. Mine swung around rather further than I expected, leaving me watching the rear bus head off to my destination. My bus, meanwhile, retraced its route and pulled to a halt about 100m from my start point.
As far as I could figure out, the first bus had been running very late so the powers that be had decided to cancel it. Not a problem for the people who were on the later bus but you can imagine how well that decision went down with those of us who had just had a 2-minute ride to nowhere.
Hey ho and back to square one we go ...
The next bus came just 10 minutes or so later and I heaved a sigh of relief as I arrived at the point where I had to pick up the second bus in my journey ... just in time to see it pull out. I had to check the timetable three times before I could really accept that that bus ran only once per hour. I had an hour's wait ... and not in the most salubrious area either. Thank goodness I had a good book with me.
Eventually I got onto the next hour's bus, relieved to be so near my destination at last.
Ever heard of the cliche that trouble comes in threes? About halfway through the journey, the bus juddered a few times, made a noise not unreminiscent of an asthmatic pig ... and stopped. Dead.
We didn't have to wait long before being told that the bus could not be restarted. We could either wait there for the repair crew to arrive or we could walk. I chose to walk. It wasn't raining and, after all, it was only a 3-minute drive to my stop.
It didn't take long to realise that knowing where to get on and off a bus does not necessarily mean that you know how to get between the two points. Especially if, like me, you'd never even been along that route. Commonsense didn't help and I had to ask several times before eventually arriving after a 30-minute walk!
My 25-minute journey had now taken roughly 105 minutes. I'm just glad that I didn't have to be there at any particular time.
But I wonder, especially as I reflect upon my relatively trivial travel troubles on Monday, whether life is trying to tell me something. Perhaps I should arrange to work from home and just give up on ever travelling anywhere?
12/14/2005 12:08 pm
Q, no, remember I have retained your services as an irreverent tour guide in London? Public transportation will be part and parcel of it, unless Tony Blair puts his car at our disposal in recognition of my trip.|
Or... should I just bring my map of the subway system and hope for the best?
12/14/2005 12:26 pm
You'd better on that bloody bus come Friday! If it breaks down... I'll scream!! |
12/15/2005 12:50 am
The joys of retirement! Show up when you want...leave when you want...no problem if the trip takes 5 minutes or 5 hours. |
**Sorry about that TQG...couldn't help myself**
12/18/2005 10:03 pm
BB ... I shall gird my loins, ma'am, and provide the services you require ...|
Helga ... No screams this time, eh?
Polly ... Oh, getting home took almost 90 minutes but I expected that!
Cannon ... ... just